Maybe a Fake Gintama

Chapter 377: Men Always Grow Up in an Instant!

Maybe a Fake Gintama Chapter 377 Men Always Grow Up in an Instant!

"What's wrong? Can't it be fast?" Gintoki asked.

"No... This is too fast..." Yamazaki was still in disbelief. As he ran, he asked, "Where is the injured person? Did you just leave him there?"

"No, he said that he would immediately catch up after the treatment is over," Gintoki shook his head and replied.

"Again," Yamazaki said with a relaxed smile, "What's the point of stalling for time? I don't think he can come back anyway."

"Ah, he's coming back." Gintoki stopped and turned around to look behind him.

"What?" Yamazaki was shocked and also stopped and followed Gintoki's line of sight.

"Hey---! Here----!" Gintoki waved and shouted.

At this time, a tall and stout figure slowly came to Gintoki.

"Ah, that's great. There's nothing serious." Gintoki said with some joy, then looked at the man and complained, "Come to think of it, you are too weak. You should exercise more."

As he spoke, Gintoki looked up at the man and patted his shoulder. "Right? Taka-tin."

Looking at this tall man with a fierce expression, chest hair, and body hair, the Terakado Tsuu's Imperial Guards' clothes were worn by his tall body like a small coat. He was wearing sunglasses, a red headscarf on his head, French bread in his hand, and a man with a head full of elegant blonde hair who obviously did not look like a Japanese. Yamazaki could not react for a long time.

"Who is this---!" Yamazaki, who had just recovered, pointed to the man and retorted crazily, "Who is this man?! It's a completely different person! Who is this person? This foreigner!"

"Huh? whatdoyousay?" Gintoki asked in confusion with his own Japanese-English language, "Isn't this Taka-tin? No matter from which angle you look at it, who else could it be besides Takatin himself? That'strue~"

"No! No matter from which angle you look at it, it is completely another person!" Yamazaki quickly corrected, "From all 360-degree angles, there is no place that is not replaced by someone else!"

"No, it's not a replacement." Gintoki shook his head and slowly explained, "Taka-tin came over right after the treatment."

"What kind of treatment is that!" Yamazaki spat and spat.

"It's completely a role reset! Don't make such a low-level mistake as taking the wrong goods! And what do you mean, Taka-tin?! Why are you speaking in English?!"

"We all, don't look for trouble anymore," Gintoki walked over and smiled as he patted Yamazaki on the shoulder. He comforted, "He's the real deal. 100% genuine. Authentic stuff, yeah..."

Hearing Gintoki's words, Yamazaki's face burst with blue veins. He clenched his fist and reminded, "Stop speaking in that half-baked English, it's very annoying to hear!"

"Forget it, forget it. Try to recall it." Gintoki frowned slightly and continued, "Taka-tin had that French bread-looking pompadour."

"He's just carrying a loaf of French bread in his hand!" Yamazaki pointed at Taka-tin and complained crazily, "At least put that French bread on his head! Why is he standing there like a fool?! Why is he standing there like a fool with French bread?!"

"Well, the treatment is treatment," Gintoki spread out his hands and explained to himself, "Man, as long as you take off the hat over there, you will become one of the adults. You have to take off the sun hat to be in the sun. It is this awareness that makes him look so grown-up."

"So! What kind of treatment did he receive?" Yamazaki was a little mad, "How could he possibly have turned into a huge adult who can't fit into a T-shirt?!"

"Ah, because he lost the turtleneck sweater he's been wearing since he was born," Gintoki explained.

"Timeismoney" Taka-tin said after taking a bite of the French bread in his hand.

"Ah, yes." Gintoki nodded, "Now is not the time to do these things. We have to catch up quickly."

"What he just said is completely English, right?" Yamazaki complained a little speechlessly, "He didn't intend to imitate at all, did he? And he's still eating French bread!"

Taka-tin raised his index finger and spoke in stiff Japanese, "Ten thousand yen per hour, twenty thousand yen per two hours."

As he spoke, Taka-tin pointed at himself and continued, "During this period, I am Taka-tin, OK?"

"Ok, OK," Gintoki replied and then raised three fingers, "Three loaves of French bread for three hours, four loaves of French bread for four hours, huh? OK?"

"Why did the reward become French bread after three hours?" Yamazaki complained, "No matter how you think about it, it won't be OK! Isn't the result only twenty thousand?"

As soon as Yamazaki finished speaking, a shocking scene appeared. Taka-tin came over and shook hands with Gintoki. He said loudly, "OK! French bread!"

"'OK your ass! In the end, do you like French bread more than money?!" Yamazaki felt bad, "It's obviously unfair, right? He's a fake, right? Sorry, I have to inform the competition organizers."

As he spoke, Yamazaki turned around and said, "Everyone is trying their best. I can't pretend that I didn't see anything..."

As he spoke, Yamazaki directly started, but... before Yamazaki could take his first step, Taka-tin raised his French bread high and aimed it at the back of Yamazaki's head.

Bang!

"It hurts!" Yamazaki instantly covered the back of his head with both hands and squatted on the ground. Tears from the corners of his eyes were forced out by the pain, 'The French bread is so hard! The French bread is so painful!

"Everyone is very serious?" Gintoki came behind Yamazaki and sneered, "Hey, don't joke around anymore. Hey---- I'm talking about you."

"Ah?" Yamazaki turned around and asked in confusion.

"Do you need me to tell you why Takachin was so badly injured?" Gintoki frowned and looked down at Yamazaki with a dark face, "Huh?"

Beside Gintoki was a tall man who was chewing gum with the same expression.

Looking at the two people who were full of deterrence, Yamazaki couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva...

...

On the other side, the host is constantly explaining through the images transmitted by the helicopter.

[From the start of the preliminaries, the game has been going through ups and downs. More than two-thirds of the participants have to give up because of the involvement of the two berserk people(Kagura, Kondo) and a high-class car that is charging in the front.]

[However, the whereabouts of the two first place runner were unknown after they got the wrong route. The high-class car was also stopped by the traffic police. Now, the remaining less than one-third of the runners who are running at the end are passing the corner that represents only five kilometers away from the location of Otsuu-chan..]

[Terakado Tsuu's Imperial Guards, Tsusengumi. Originally, victory was in sight, but now it has fallen to the end. To be honest, it should be impossible to make a comeback, right? What a pity. There are always two teams with top strength who will be eliminated in the preliminaries...]

Suddenly, the host found something on the screen.

[En? That... That is! From the opposite side, stepping over the corpses of the otakus and rushing towards here at an astonishing speed. Could... could it be! That is... that is!]

The camera gradually approached, and the figure of the man gradually appeared. It was Shinpachi, who had been desperately catching up all the way!

[It's here ---! Terakado Tsuu's Imperial Guards climbed out from hell in order to get the victory again! However, there was a great distance between the last and first place. It was extremely difficult to catch up with such a big distance!]

...

Although his entire body was soaked in sweat and he was already panting, Shinpachi did not slack off in the slightest. He still looked ahead and chased desperately.

'I can't lose here!' Shinpachi thought to himself, 'How can I lose in a place like this?!'

"AHHHHH!!!!"

The roaring Shinpachi once again increased his speed, rushing forward like a madman.

Even so, he refused to admit defeat and accelerated! He caught up with the people at the front in one breath! Gradually surpass it!

However, just as Shinpachi was about to catch up, a hand suddenly reached out from the crowd in front of him. At the same time, a familiar voice rang out.

"Formation, Black Tortoise!" Toshiro's voice was heard.

Afterward, Shinpachi was surprised to find that the group of loose OTAKUs in front of him actually put their shoulders on each other tightly, forming rows of extremely strong human walls!

[AH!!! This... What the hell is going on here? The people in front suddenly formed a formation, blocking the Terakado Tsuu's Imperial Guards' way! Wall! Like a wall, the huge OTAKU's human wall makes the Terakado Tsuu's Imperial Guards couldn't move forward even a single step! What's going on here? It's unbelievable that there can be such a unified action among the many teams mixed with fish and dragons!]

Shinpachi looked at the human wall in front of him and couldn't help but think of something. His eyes instantly widened.

'Could it be...?'

A wisp of smoke floated up from the sky in front of the human wall, and then Toshiro's voice came again.

"What a pitiful guy. Whether it is the organizers, your personal guards, or the stupid Yoshiwara team." Toshiro pretended to be emotional and said, "There are 5,000 people participating in this event, which is about 1,000 teams competing for the position of the official fan club..."